Chapter 3

I shook my head at the thought and smiled bitterly.

Humans really are the most fickle creatures—but a man shouldn’t spend his life living under someone else’s thumb.

Deep down, I vowed that Bill and Warren would surely regret today's decision.

Once I'd made peace with that, I couldn't be bothered to waste another second on them. So, I turned and walked out of the conference room.

Warren's mocking voice followed. "Wow, look at you being so principled. Do you still think you're some strong, young hotshot?

"Face it. You're just an incapable middle-aged man now, so leave the company, and we'll see what job you can even find."

I ignored his proud words behind me and returned to my desk to pack up.

Another order notification popped up on the system's interface on my computer, but this time, I did nothing and continued gathering my stuff.

A young woman hesitantly approached. I glanced at her badge and noticed that she was an intern, Goldie Chambers.

When she saw me looking at her, she awkwardly said, "Mr. Rose sent me here to keep an eye on you. He's worried you might take the company's valuables before you leave."

Before she could finish, she dropped her head with her ears burning red.

I could feel how uncomfortable she was. There was no point making things hard for an intern, so I let her check before walking out with my belongings.

Before leaving, I made an official announcement on my feed. "I've officially resigned from Nutty Auto. Please be informed that all future communication will be handled by my colleagues."

Attached was a photo of my freshly cleared desk.

Within minutes, likes and comments flooded in.

"What? Are you quitting? In that case, I'm canceling the car I ordered through you."

Similar comments immediately poured into my comment section. When Goldie happened to glance at my phone screen, her eyes widened in shock.

"Stan, w-what are you doing?"

"These are clients who've supported me for years. Now that I'm leaving, there's nothing wrong with letting them know, is there?"

She stiffened and immediately lowered her head. "Y-Yes…"

I ignored her and turned to leave. Behind me, I vaguely heard her on the phone saying she'd resign today, too.

I smiled faintly. Even an intern knew my value, yet the company's upper management couldn't wait to get rid of me.

In that case, they'd better be ready to pay the price.

I'd brought in nearly all of Nutty Auto's current clients and built deep relationships with them over the years. Many of them had only heard of the company because of my calls, and through constant promotions, I'd turned them into loyal clients.

With me gone, Nutty Auto was nothing but a hollow shell and a ragdoll stripped of its stuffing. It was only a matter of time before it was eliminated by the market.

Our main competitor was a used-car platform, but their order volume lagged far behind us because I held the keys to the entire client base.

Both companies had been fighting a dirty war for market share.

Today, Marinia was hosting an offline used-car sales competition. The company that landed the most orders would earn the title of Marinia's leading enterprise.

To help Nutty Auto win the competition, I'd lined up a large number of clients and waited for the competition day to secure first place. But now, none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

I quickly got home, where my wife had dinner ready, and my son was doing homework in his room. After the meal, I collapsed onto the bed and slept like the dead.

I didn't wake up until late the next morning when loud banging on the door jolted me awake.

Still groggy, I got up and looked through the peephole.

As Bill's anxious face filled my vision, he pounded the door hard enough to shake the whole house.

I let out a cold laugh. As expected, he couldn't help coming to find me.

Now, I was curious to see what excuse he'd come up with.